NOVEL NEXT Chapter 83: The Hunt
Quagmire, upon landing on the sides, immediately glanced upwards, and his mood darkened as his lips twisted downwards into a frown. With a headcount already in his head, there seemed to be fifteen flying man-eaters circling him above the air. It seemed like they were really planning on ambushing him again, or even worse, attacking his base. After all, it was no secret, and the lights that were given by his base are already a dead giveaway.
With a click of his tongue, he thought of the blunder that he had just made; he should have taken into consideration that the lights that would be emitted by his base would be a dead giveaway to anybody. However, as moments passed by, he had given himself a slack, as he is not an omnipotent nor an all-knowing being. He is simply just a human who is slightly or even more intelligent than an average person.
His head may have gotten bigger and ambitious, he must return to his humble beginnings, and that is his humanity, his emotions, and all the things in life that make a human, human. That also starts with accepting mistakes and moving forward, nothing was harmed, as fate would allows it, thus, forward is the only option, beating himself would be a mistake.
Still the thought of his progress being slightly ruined irks the most of him, and the fact that the ghouls have such capability, it seemed that he was really fooled by the earlier ghouls it is no good, he must adapt and improvise so that he may overcome future hardships and eventually achieve what he wants and his very own ambitions.
Glancing over the sides, he dashed once again to avoid being seen by the flying man-eaters. He was attacked, which means they know his general locations, so with quick and precise strides, he moved from shade to shade at lightning speed. Eventually, he was able to go far enough, and once he was far, he jumped toward a bush and looked over his surroundings.
He escaped as fighting in such a position is difficult, especially when there are fifteen flying man-eaters. He cannot allow them to take the initiative; the initiative must come from him so that he may be able to lead them where he wants them to be and eventually corner and finish them off.
He raised his hands and grabbed the trunk, and started climbing from branch to branch until he had reached the top of the tree, and on the far side, he could see the flying man-eaters attempting to find him, and with such a good opportunity, he brought out his bolt-action rifle.
He raised the bolt and brought it to his chest, and grabbed some clips with bullets inside. With a total of eight bullets, he pushed them down with his fingers. The mechanisms inside clicked, and so he grabbed the bolt and raised it again, surging it forward, there inserting a bullet into the feed and brought the bolt down, locking the entire mechanism.
Once the bolt and mechanisms were locked, he brought the rifle to his shoulders and lowered his head into a sniping position, with a variable silencer at the barrel. he let out a deep breath and a sigh. His eyes sharpened, and his view got clearer, and he could freely zoom in and out as his ability activated.
With a pull of a trigger, the first bullet came out at a blistering speed, followed by a white smoke, and a slightly loud bang, the flash and sparks came, and the flying man-eater was shot in the head, a bullseye, and plummeted down.
Fourteen flying man-eaters were left, and so with a change of position, and a few twists of joints and body, it was realigned, and a new target was put in sight. Once locked on and confirmed, with the target's velocity and wind speed taken into consideration, he mercilessly pulled the trigger, followed by another and another in slight intervals as he had to reload the bolt action mechanisms.
Each shot, he have to redo all that he did, raising the bolt and pulling it towards himself so that the bullet casing may come out, and then pushing the bullet and lowering it again so that a new bullet would be brought from below and inserted into the firing chamber, and finally be locked, so that no mistakes would transpire or anything of sort.
Upon reloading for the fifth and sixth time, the seventh and eighth followed, and with each reloading, another flying man-eater falls to the ground, while the others are confused and have started scouring the surroundings. They did not expect that he would take advantage of the shade of the trees to escape their line of sight.
It seemed like these ghouls are not the best in towns, as they have been outwitted, outsmarted, and quite possibly bamboozled by Quagmire.
All the bullets stored in the feed were exhausted, and so he brought another clip and inserted the contents back into the feed, stored the clip, and with a click of a mechanism, he secured it by lowering back the bolt.
Now, he started hunting once again, with each shot, another reload, another confusion, and once they had finally realized where he was shooting, as they noticed the glint of light coming from his rifle, they immediately flew in such a quick manner towards his location.
Unfortunately, there were only four left, and once they were near, Quagmire stood up. Grabbed the pistol from his holster, where he had stored it from the fight earlier. He made four rapid shots, and each of them plummeted into the ground, with one just barely missing the tree branch he was standing on.
Just like that, by taking advantage of the terrain and environment, he has turned the enemy's advantage into their disadvantage and came out victorious. He was about to breathe deeply, unfortunately; it seemed fate would not allow it, as the ground shook repeatedly and a sharp and loud shriek reverberated through the surroundings.